
A laundry room in Cusapin, the indian village

Looking out the window of our room in Cusapin. At night during high tide the waves would roll up under our bed beneath the house and I had water-themed nightmares for three days in a row as I listened to the waves break during my sleep.

The boat we took for the one-hour ride from Chiriqui Grande to Cusapin. The beginning of the jouney was a pleasant ride along calm water pictured above, then as we wrapped around Punta Valiente to the right and opened out to the Caribbean Sea, we encountered 15' swells that the driver navigated with great skill.

This is a sugar-cane juice stand in David, Panama. With such hot days in the city, this drink truly seems like the nectar of life. The raw cane is pressed through a special machine (behind the man) and out comes a greenish, thick, very sweet drink. Your body is jolted with a rush of sweet energy afterwards.

A strange, delicious fruit called maracuya, also known as passion fruit... its really sour and sweet. You scoop out the insides with either your tounge, or a spoon.
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